SilverPaw

Shipslaughter, the Goblin Fort - A Dwarf Fortress-inspired Settlement RP

Mint

Name: Mint Lif

Gang: Fleet-Foot Rangers

Members: Three explorer goblins

Olom Wreg, 33, Male
Skills: Apprentice Explorer (2), Adept Hunter (4), Novice Trapper (1)
Values: Skill, Craftgoblinship, Wit
Likes: Duck meat, bone trinkets, humor

Vari Sunroot, 22, Female
Skills: Adept Explorer (5), Apprentice Warrior (2)
Values: Bravery, Honesty, Ambition
Likes: Gold for its clinking shine, iron swords, wolves

Paran Aderwood, 30, Female
Skills: Adept Herbalist (4), Adept Explorer (4)
Values: Nature and Cunning
Likes: Goats for their curly horns, family, the color red

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Appearance: About 65 centimeters tall, Mint has a motley complexion consisting of moss, fern, and hunter green shades. However, she has startlingly bright, light mint-coloured ears, after which she was named. She has short curly black hair, and her eyes are a warm amber colour. She has a self-assured yet watchful bearing, and appears nearly at home in the great outdoors.

Values:

• Willingness to make deals
• Honoring agreements
• Being informed
• Planning and preparation
• Pragmatism

Skills:

• Professional Explorer (6)
• Novice Hunter (1)

Likes:

• Stars, for their guidance during nighttime.
• Obsidian, for its appearance.
• Cyser and meat, for a cozy meal makes for a happy goblin.
• Maps. They’re useful.

Shipslaughter, the Goblin Fort - A Dwarf Fortress-inspired RP

What are the initial supplies we get btw?

Shipslaughter, the Goblin Fort - A Dwarf Fortress-inspired RP

Haah, I really dislike naming things. But it's done.

Mint

Name: Mint Lif

Gang: Fleet-Foot Rangers, Unknown number of Explorer Goblins

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Appearance: About 65 centimeters tall, Mint has a motley complexion consisting of moss, fern, and hunter green shades. However, she has startlingly bright, light mint-coloured ears, after which she was named. She has short curly black hair, and her eyes are a warm amber colour. She has a self-assured yet watchful bearing, and appears nearly at home in the great outdoors.

Values:

• Willingness to make deals
• Honoring agreements
• Being informed
• Planning and preparation
• Pragmatism

Skills:

• Professional Explorer (6)
• Novice Hunter (1)

Likes:

• Stars, for their guidance during nighttime.
• Obsidian, for its appearance.
• Cyser and meat, for a cozy meal makes for a happy goblin.
• Maps. They’re useful.

Shipslaughter, the Goblin Fort - A Dwarf Fortress-inspired RP

Awesome! Got an character idea?

@ClocktowerEchos

I still need to decide on what I prefer. Trading, perhaps, though probably not with a focus on that from the get go due to a lack of resources. Construction, so as to eventually make a maze city? Nothing concrete yet atm, will decide when I get to writing.

Edit: I do agree it depends on the scenario, to an extent

Shipslaughter, the Goblin Fort - A Dwarf Fortress-inspired RP

Interested, and I believe I'll also go with freed slaves.

Civilisation VI - The Post-Apocalyptic Version

@SilverPaw I am so sorry! I didn't catch your interest before I already had accepted Clock and Dog on disc. That puts us at 5 players. I have put you on the waiting list, but I can assure you that you'll be the first to join if a player drops or I find out I had better capacity.

@AdorableSaucer

No worries, I'm alright with that.

Civilisation VI - The Post-Apocalyptic Version

Now...this isn't my usual kind of thing (and I don't think I'd be good at it), and I should be asleep really, but...I might try this out with a furry nation.

Nightland

Valerian Nico Alvarez-Knight

Valerian couldn’t tell Emily was annoyed from her expression, but her manner of speech was definitely a bit different than usual – at least for a moment. When they initially felt rather awkward for interfering when they usually wouldn’t and causing a briefly somber mood in Emily, her nearly immediate change to being all plucky left them feeling confused. Should they be apologetic and guilty or relieved she’d listened to their advice? They weren’t sure, and ended up with a jumbled mess of emotions, which ultimately swinged towards Val being tentatively glad for the development.

They caught a glimpse of her journal, and cocked their head at the sketches. They were fairly good, and seeing it brought a slight feeling of nostalgia. Once upon a time, Valerian had carried a sketchbook everywhere they went, too. Nowadays, they usually drew from memory or photo and video references (which they sometimes made themselves). They still did go out to sketch here and there, but it was a more organized, purposeful activity nowadays. They smiled at Emily’s work, but did not comment upon it, still preoccupied by her previous words.

“Uh, I- Thanks for listening, Emily,” the words of gratitude were hesitant but genuine, spoken as if Valerian was enacting some rarely used advice they’d received. Which was pretty much the case, though channeling one of the things they’ve learned from the Doctor (that expressing themselves was often better than keeping it all in their head and staying quiet, and that people were especially receptive to words so practicing that was good) was painful now that Stanton was dead.

Their heart clenched at the reminder, and they brushed a hand through their dyed hair, feeling the loss keenly. They’d never get to see Stanton anymore, or talk to him, or learn from him…no more getting helped by him. Would the group even remain together? Or would they get different therapists, have to meet with new people? Valerian bit their lip as they considered all this, forgetting their initial intention to relay to Emily that they may have an idea or two about the ‘make doors’ thing they heard her mutter about.

Then…despite all of Valerian’s precautions, the pair closest to the mirror was sucked in and transported. Even Val, who was one of the victims, didn’t know how it happened. One moment, they were in Stanton’s office, and the next…well, they were still in Stanton’s office, but obviously different. It was as if the building had been destroyed at one point, then left abandoned for years. “Oh,” was all Val managed to utter before they slumped down, half-leaning on the wall next to the mirror rather than fully collapsing.

“They got us now,” they whispered, desolate. The irritating mantra of Don’t go was on a loop, and the frustration of being subjected to that was what eventually got Valerian going.

They pushed off of the wall, sighing, glancing at the mirror. Surprisingly, not seeing their reflection was weirder and more off-putting than seeing it. Fuck, we have to get back somehow. So, now I’ll be forced to make a portal myself… Honestly, they were scared more so than determined, but nonetheless they decided to do the first thing that popped into their head.

Valerian began searching for and picking up mirror pieces, trying to collect all of them and slot them back into their proper place. Maybe, fixing the mirror would fix the gateway that’d brought them there. If not, they’d have to find something else, and Val didn’t think that’d be so simple. Not that anything about this situation was simple, really.

“I might be able to restore this,” they commented quietly for Emily’s sake, glancing at her. “Wanna help or…?” they trailed off, looking from her to the presumed source of the stranger's voice. Their priority was finding a way back, but based on all that Emily had said before they were transported, Valerian was uncomfortably certain she’d now want to approach what she thought was a helpless victim.

Nightland

Hey just so you know, I was waiting for a Valerian post before going, since Emily was the last one that talked in their conversation. I can post first if you'd like but I thought it would be best if you went first instead of me. If we're taking turns, that is. I know there isn't a post order, but, idk. Just letting you know. I can post I've just been holding off to see what Valerian would do.

and i would feel dumb if you were waiting for me, lol

@Zoey Boey

No, I'm not waiting for anyone, I just didn't have the occasion to write yet.

Nightland

Valerian Nico Alvarez-Knight

There was no verbal answer from the mirror, but Valerian sensed a sudden change which inspired their curiosity; perhaps the gateway was manipulating them to make them cross over. However, it was difficult to resist the unexpected fascination with the thing, as if they were already being drawn in. The metallic scent wasn’t a coincidence; Val got the impression that it was related with the murder. Was it a creation of negative, sacrificial energy? Is that how dimensional pathways opened? Despite the gateway being opened, however, the shadowy being was still trapped; if one were to enter right then, would they be transported into the same prison straight away, or would they end up elsewhere?

Of course, their wonder was not enough to actually test it out, not right here and now. But perhaps…if they could create a small sample on their own, experiment in more controlled conditions? If their suspicion of a killing being required was correct, however, they didn’t want to have to do anything with it. Perhaps it wasn’t the murder per se, but the ritual manner in which the act was committed, or the supernatural nature of the perpetrator? They weren’t sure, but the mirror or the shadow within had managed to implant the impulse of investigate and create within their head. Those thoughts did not feel entirely their own, yet Valerian was driven to act on them. They clenched their palms into fists, and refrained from going nearer the void leading who-knows-where.

The metallic scent which they’d nearly adapted to abruptly strengthened, and Val whipped their head around wildly to try and see what caused it, since the mirror-door in front of them did not seem to be changed in any significant way right then. People were milling all over, and there was no sign of the killer – whom Valerian was sure could be the only one to cause such a change in the scent. Had it returned and possessed someone, or was lurking close-by? They did catch sight of Linda who was returning from the direction of the offices, but if there was anything odd about her, Valerian couldn’t quite put their finger on it. As they were turning back to the mirror, she seemed to stop not far away, observing both Emily and them. Val still felt her gaze burning into their back when they refocused on the mysterious prisoner on the other end of the interdimensional path, and it was this distraction which had caused them to nearly miss Emily’s words and actions.

“Wait,” they exclaimed, though it was still not quite a shout, flailing as they thrust their arm into the empty space between Emily and the mirror to stop her approach. “Please, just,” they pleaded frantically, hoping to stop her in time, though they were caught off guard despite their earlier determination to prevent exactly such a thing. “L-look, how’d weknow they’re good?” they tried to appeal to her good sense. “What if they’re---the killer or–or someone likeit? Shouldn’t we makesure what’s goingon withthis? If-if we should save’em, you can’t help ifyou get trapped too,” they rushed to explain, stumbling over their words in places and forcing two or more to emerge from their mouth in a single breath in others, making a sacrifice in clarity in their haste.